Author's note: This is my very first story ever written for this site and I plan on writing more chapters. It may take me some time to write more because of school but I will do my best. Any constructive criticism would be helpful.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just the plot.
Trapped. That was the only word that came to Zelda's mind. Her whole life she had been trapped. The walls of the castle always confined her; the truth always kept from her, and her father was the one behind all of it.
As a young girl she did not realize the extent of her situation. She looked up to her father, the wise king of Hyrule. She had loved him more than anything in the whole world. But then Ganondorf came and exposed his lies. Claiming he was a liberator he invaded the castle, capturing the princess and her father.
"Tell her," Ganondorf barked to the king, thrusting the sword to his neck. Zelda always believed her father to be a strong man, one who would not so easily give in to demands. But she was proven wrong as the king, believing these to be his last moments, allowed the lies to tumble from his mouth. Zelda's eyes widened in horror as she he spoke of forcing people off their lands and refusing to help the sick and weak, and of murdering the tribes of other peoples for his own kingdom's benefit. Ganondorf glared at the king, though inside he almost rejoiced at the sound of the truth.
"The truth will not spare your life," he said frostily. The king swallowed hard and turned his gaze to his daughter.
"I know," he said. The princess looked at him with angry tears streaming down her face. In this moment she did not care about his impending death, and the king understood this. He closed his eyes and allowed the Dark Lord to slit his throat. As the king fell, Ganondorf turned his gaze to Zelda. She looked ill. Her skin had gone pale, her eyes had lost their brightness, and she swayed slightly.
"Take her away," he told one of his followers. The minion nodded and went over to Zelda, taking her arm and pulling her in the direction of the stairs. Ganondorf did not plan to harm her; she was vital in his plan. He watched as they slowly exited the room, then turned to attend to other things.
Zelda hardly noticed the changes in her surroundings. She stared blankly into space as the minion guided her up the stairs and down the halls of the castle. Her father was dead. Everything she had known had been revealed as a lie.
The minion led her into her own room and bolted the door behind him. Zelda stood still for a few moments, unable to make her feet move. When she finally could, they dragged her over to the bed where she instantly collapsed, sobbing.
There is nothing I can do now, she thought, and cried herself to sleep.
